Totally not Romantic [Red]

Somehow, Lochlann was in her lap with Vlad's fingers in his hair, her wings wrapped around him, and her voice was carrying a melody that was forcing his body to start to relax whether he wanted to or not.

Music had that effect on him. It worked on unicorns, too, supposedly, but Lochlann never liked being compared to the prissy horses.

He was feeling so many mixed feelings. He was hungry horny full scared confused panicked panicked panicked horny hungry scared full horny panicked panicked panicked--it was like his body couldn't process what to feel so it just tired to feel everything.

"Loch. I am sorry. I did not know your morally standing on the subject."

"It's okay, you didn't know," he said, his breath still coming in short bursts, but they were more shallow now, like some of the initial panic had faded. "It's just...I've eaten everyone I've ever loved. It's not pleasant, but I can't stop."

"Stay with me Loch." She whispered against his temple.

But it was too late.

"I can't...I don't think I'm going to be able to hold on," Lochlann murmured. "I should..I should probably get up and you should probably go because I can't always control myself and we're really close to the lake and--"

The air around him was starting to seem different, like looking through a desert mirage. Lochlann's control was slipping quickly.

There was only one thing he could do to keep himself human.

He looked up and kissed her.

She was moving quickly, quicker than Loch anticipated, though that's not to say he was disappointed with the arrangement.

When her toga came off, his hands went right to her exploring her body. Her hands would find that his cock responded easily and without much provocation.

There was the thrill of being outside, so close to the lake, with any one who came by at risk for discovering them, but Lochlann didn't think that would happen. There was pure need behind his actions as he deepened the kiss, entwining his tongue with hers. It was as if he was pouring all his frantic, nervous energy from before into this and the waves of lust rolling off his body must have been overwhelming.

There was danger here, too. He had to be careful, the lake was right over there.

Lochlann wasn't thinking about the lake, though. He was moving his mouth from her lips to down her shoulder, and he lifted her arm, kissing and licking down the sensitive skin on the inside of his arm, while his other hand found her hips and pulled her body closer to his, demanding and possessive. He didn't take her quite yet, but he pressed his cock up against her, letting it rub against her clit and tease her while he kissed and licked every inch of her. It would be very hard for her to control him now.

He loved it when she moaned like this. When the sound escaped her lips, he kissed her, but only briefly, because he had other places he wanted to kiss besides her mouth.

The nibbles and bites she returned him with spurred him onward and soon he was trying to lower her gently back to the blanket, and then kissed down her neck and to her breasts. He was a little more aggressive with his tongue, flicking it hungrily across the tips before he made a slow trail down to her sex, which he teased briefly before continuing to kiss all the way down her left leg....then back up, where he teased her sex again, and he repeated with her right leg.

If their last fuck had been desperate and hungry, this one was no different in intensity, only Lochlann was purposely starting slow with her even though his body was trembling with the need to take her. He wanted to have her absolutely dripping before he took her, and he intended to make it slow and hard.

"Mistress may I?" he asked, his tongue teasing her sex, ready to taste her like a dying man the moment she gave permission.



@"Evelyn Pierce"

"YES!"

He didn't need to be told twice. Her enthusiasm let a surprised moan escape Lochlann's mouth, but he was quickly silenced by the sacred task of pleasuring her.

When she arched her back, Lochlann slid one hand beneath her, tracing the arch of her spine and forcing her body to stay in that position for an extra moment, encouraging her hips to move in time with his mouth.

Lochlann had no thoughts about what her thoughts might be. His only thoughts were of her. He already knew how he wanted to take her tonight--on her side with him spooning her from behind, a position that would be comfortable for her with her stomach and still allow him ample opportunities to explore her body with his hands and mouth.

When she gave that loud moan, he couldn't help but slide a hand down. He wanted to slip a finger inside of her, but Lochlann decided he wasn't done torturing her yet. He wanted her to want him as badly as he did right now.

@"Evelyn Pierce"

"P-Please. Loch!"

He didn't answer her, refusing to answer her, because he wanted her to come for him. He loved the breathless, moaning way she said his name, but he didn't change his pace. Even though he was going to die if he didn't take her now, he wanted the build up to be as slow and intense as the release itself.

"L-loch."

He gave her a few last licks and slid himself up against her, rolling her onto her side so her back was pressed against his chest, his mouth was on her neck, and his cock was so, so close.

"I love the way you say my name like that," Lochlann whispered, biting on the tip of her ear. He teased her, but his body was shaking with need and it was only his willpower that stopped him from taking her now. "But...you can be wetter."

He slid a hand over her hip and down her body, then started working her clit slowly, before finally slipping his middle finger inside of her while he worked her.

"Come again for me?" he asked, his voice husky. He flicked his tongue across her neck.